GMOCT :Round One: Chapter 1.1

I placed the flag in the slot on top of the large metal structure that seemed to grow out of the desert sand. I twisted it in so that it wouldn't fall out. Freddy hovered over my shoulder, crossing his arms like he usually does. We were first. We were faster. And we, we were victorious.
__________________________________________________________________________________________
<timebar>Earlier That Day</timebar>
Freddy an I stood in the crowd among the other 'internet captives' gazing up at a large screen that was divided into seven sections. Each section was labeled with an arena: Castle, Lava Field, Island, City, Jungle, Desert, Canyon. Under each arena were a list of 'players', each list containing eight people, two from each team. Freddy and I were placed in the column labeled 'Desert' along with six others: Zedsanji and Seth from Team Z, Brian and Touj from Team Citrus, and Xemthawt and Gregory from Team Mech Assault. Our goal was to be the first in our arena to place our team flag in the base. A small noise slipped out of Freddy, and I turned to look at him.
He floated at his usual hieght of five feet off the ground, his arms crossed, an excessively peeved look on his face. I returned with my own look and waited for him to announce his issues.
"Isis... I don't wanna go to the desert. It's so hot there," he sighed.
"Freddy, get over yourself. I'll just edit your scarf with my com-link." I turned away from him and started walking towards our dorm room.
"But Isis..."
"Shut up Florence."
__________________________________________________________________________________________
We finished packing our things in my knitted bag; my crochet hook, my knitting needles and two balls of yarn: one white, one colored. I was half-tempted to shove Freddy in there as well with all his complaining. We finally headed down to the main room to wait for the start of the 'race'. Not a lot of people were there yet so we found a table and I conjured up some breakfast; for Freddy, a bowl of fresh raspberries, and for myself a banana and peanut butter sandwich. When we had finished eating, others had started to show up. I saw Coral and Kenny enter the room. Coral came to sit next to me, and Freddy saw how she looked and took it as a sign. He floated over to sit on Kenny's shoulder and they went off to socialize. Coral looked as if she didn't sleep well.
"Dude, are you okay?" I asked, as I unconciously tilted my head to the left.
"Not really. I had another one of those dreams last night." She breathed deeply. I knew what she meant by 'those dreams', seeing as she suffered from them in real life for as long as I've known her. We talked about the various possible meanings of these mental ramblings of hers. We decided it would be a better idea to leave it at that, and were just beginning to talk of our plans on this round when a strange creature walked into the middle of the room. I recognized him as our team leader Nick. He took out one of his ear buds and raised his voice to gather our attention.
"OKAY TEAM LEMONBLUE!" The voices all grew silent and everyone turned towards him. "I have this gun. I'm going to shoot it eventually, but not right now. It's time to begin heading out towards our arenas, so that in ten minutes, when I shoot this gun, you can all begin running for victory." He popped his ear bud back in and walked away.
"Well, we should be going Isis." Freddy whined.
"No, we should walk with Coral and Kenny to their arena. I mean their arena is right next to ours."
"But Isis..."
"STOP WITH THE WHINING!" I shouted, "Sorry Freddy. But you've been whining all day, and it gets old fast."
"You're right. I'm sorry." Freddy turned a light red, and laughed nervously.
"Well, shall we be going?" I asked Coral.
"Sure. Why not?" She seemed to be happier than she was when I first saw her this morning. "Kenny!" He had gone back to sociallizing. "Kenny! We have to go!"
"Oh yeah, my bad." He walked over to us and we all left the building together.